"Have you mirandized him yet?" one of the policewomen asked. "No, but I'll do —" wrestling the arrested fellow's arms to his back, trying to cuff him. "— just that now." Out of breath from the scuffle that had ensued, the cuffed dude asked, "What the hell did I do? Why are you arresting me?" "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court. With these rights in mind, are you still willing to talk with me about the charges against you?" said with a smirk on her face. Flummoxed, he returned, asking for what he did, of which the policewomen warned those questions, at this point, won't help him in this situation. "Oh well! I need to call my lawyer." He said as he was tucked behind the unmarked Mazda SUV parked outside the pub. "That'll be ar